Impostor Sister Weds into a Rich Family

I hadn't seen her all night.

And when I bumped into my sister at the dining hall, there was a strong salty smell emanating from her.

Suppressing my nausea, I took a gulp of water and went upstairs.

But I couldn't help but utter a few words when I caught a glimpse of her being scantily clad.

"Mom and Dad don't like it when you stay out all night. You should be more careful..."

Before I could finish, there was a loud crash.

I was startled.

Turning back, I saw that she was still hungover, and the glass in her hand had collided with the edge of the table, shattering into pieces.

The scattered shards instantly cut her palm, and blood began to flow.

I hurried to get the first aid kit.

But before I could take a few steps, she pushed me against the refrigerator door.

"Mom and Dad aren't here, who are you pretending for!" she exclaimed.

Ever since my sister's biological parents showed up three years ago, she had changed completely.

She had become another person, from gentle and quiet to wanton and rude.

From intelligent and considerate, she had turned into selfish and thoughtless.

Even the slightest disturbance from Mom and Dad could touch raw nerve with her.

Even I, as their biological child, had become a thorn in her side.

"Go ahead, go tattle to Mom and Dad about how I'm bullying you, and have them kick me out!"

She yelled, shaking my arm excessively.

I instinctively struggled, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground with a thud.

"Don't touch me!"

She would rather grope in the glass shards on the floor than let me help her up.

As she struggled to stand, she immediately stepped on her kicked-off high heels.

"You're in for a disappointment. Mom and Dad will never kick me out."

Looking down at me, she sneered contemptuously.

"I'm about to marry into the Carl family. From now on, you, Mom and Dad, and the entire Zack Group will have to listen to me."

The Zack Group, managed by Mom and Dad for over twenty years, was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Although I appeared to be a true heiress, in reality, I was just an ordinary girl with the title of a wealthy young lady.

The villa belonged to the bank, the luxury car was from a supplier.

The handbag was rented, the gown was thrifted.

Even in such a destitute state, my sister still cared about the authenticity of being a true heiress, and I couldn't understand why.

"She's your sister. How can you do this!"

Mom and Dad, returning from an unsuccessful business trip seeking financing, couldn't help but reprimand her as they walked in and heard her boastful display.

My sister's eyes immediately turned red, but she stubbornly held back her tears, refusing to let them fall.

"I didn't want to go."

The house was already chaotic enough, so why argue over these trivial matters?

I sighed and stepped forward, hoping to end this farce, but instead, it only fueled my sister's desire to compete.

"You don't need to act like a good person!"

She gritted her teeth and glared at me furiously.

Clearly, she was directing the anger vented by Mom and Dad towards me.

"Other than being the biological child of the Zack family, what makes you better than me?"

The words were rude.

But not wrong.

My sister was the first child of Mom and Dad, raised with high expectations, while I, a second child, was just interfering in matters of family honor and glory.

Being a lazy bum, lying flat and playing video games were my three major goals.

I thought I could just be biding my time like this for the rest of my life, until three years ago.

When my sister's true identity was revealed, there was a noticeable shift in Mom and Dad's attitude.

My sister became the one who has been hung out to dry.

And I became the silly girl with a crown.

"She's your sister, how could she possibly be worse than you!"